Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room আপনি know আপনি made my eyes burn
It was like James Dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But আপনি fit me better than my পছন্দ sweater, and I know
That প্রণয় is mean, and প্রণয় hurts
But I still remember that দিন we met in December, oh baby!

I will প্রণয় আপনি till the end of time
I would wait a million years
Promise you'll remember that you're mine
Baby can আপনি see through the tears?
Love আপনি more
Than those bitches before
Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember
I will প্রণয় আপনি till the...